Chapter 3 “Dean’s Office part 2”
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Dun.
Dun.
Dun.
Naked charred black skin with patches of ruptured flesh, that’s what Fatty Ho kept seeing as his flashlight gave him glimpses of this gauntlet of horror. True to god, he was ready to puke at any moment thanks to the stomach-churning smell of human flesh. The best way to describe the smell was rotting carcasses left out in the sun for far too long.
Time ticked and ticked in the most excruciating manner. Nevertheless, the two eventually made it through after three minutes of this torture.
“How do you want to search this place?” Idle asks while glancing back over to the charred-looking ghosts in the rear, “There are many wards in here. If we are to do a blanket search, it will take us until morning at the very least.”
“Don’t bother, we’re going straight to the dean’s office.”
Pointing to the corner in front of him, Fatty Ho indicates to a room up ahead, “I’ve seen the floor plan of this hospital, and the dean’s room is just behind the corner of the first floor.”
During the interrogation of Gold Happy, he’s received the general information of this institute through the thief king’s mouth. Like the story told before, this place was constructed into a circle-shaped structure, the middle being hollowed out to allow that detached building to be built.
So what exactly was inside that special place to require such elaborate design? Who knows, it’s a total enigma thus far.
“Okay, then we’ll go to the dean’s office now.” Idle nods and opens the way for the fatty to lead.
He didn’t want to admit it, but the young man’s got an ominous feeling about this entire place. From the ceiling to walls, down to the floor and patches of dark blood…..
Blood?
Wait, that’s not blood…. It’s darker and duller than actual blood.
“Young Idle, do you sense it as well? Something is off about this spot.” Fatty Ho suddenly stops and asks without looking back.
“Yes, I agree.”
Instead of being happy about the confirmation, the fatty quickly reached up to rub his shoulders like he’s getting the spooks. “How do I say this, I’m getting a little antsy for some reason….”
“Your sixth sense is pretty accurate.” Despite his open grin, Idle’s eyes were all serious.
Perhaps it’s because he’s a metahuman, but the youngster’s sensory abilities are much stronger than the average person, especially when there are still unknown dangers lurking about.
Like right now, his senses are telling him something is hiding in the shadows… and it’s hailing from the hallway past the corner in front!
“Stay alert,” Idle warns as they bypassed the corner and into the supposed hallway where the dean’s office was located.
Immediately, a frown formed on his face while Fatty Ho became speechless.
“This…. what’s going on?” The fatty pops his eyes and mutters.
Did the fire not burn this area?
This corridor was heinously clean, a stark contrast to their rear where it’s burned and cindered. White pearly porcelain floor tiles, snowy white walls, and no trace of a fire ever occurring.
“Young Idle, what’s going on here?”
Carefully scanning the hallway, Idle shook his head before telling his partner he didn’t know either. This situation was a first for him as well.
Based on the flame’s intensity, it’s unreasonable to assume this specific segment was untouched. In fact, it’s as if someone had deliberately cleaned the area before their arrival.
Can it be….
Suddenly, Idle thought of a possibility. But a second glance around got him uncertain again.